The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall smelled of stale wine and ozone. We were many. Too many. The tables stretched into a mist that seemed to have no end, a grey fog that swallowed the light from the chandeliers above. I sat at the far end, my hands steady on the white cloth. My brother, Julian, sat across from me. He did not look at me. He looked at the table. He looked at the plate in front of him. The plate was...

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